Frank De'France
The murderer ran after me. Trying to escape the horror-full night of cold air breathing on my face as I ran into the deep cave in the middle of a dessert in Madagascar, Africa. Chasing me with a gun. I had a gun on me, but if I would to attempt to turn around. He might shot me first. I had no idea what to do. The only choice I had was to keep running, and the pray.
